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                             The Falcon - Blackout
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Tabbed by: rob
Email: brainwashed_monkey@hotmail.com

this is an easy one so i just wrote out the chords.

intro
e|-444x-555x-222x-444x-------------------------|
B|-666x-555x-222x-444x-------------------------|
G|-666x-666x-333x-555x------66-----------------|
D|-666x-777x-444x-666x--x3--66-777--444-66-----|
A|-444x-777x-444x-666x------44-777--444-66-----|
E|------555x-222x-444x---------555--222-44-----|


C#      A               F#    Ab          C#       A   F#  Ab
All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground.

    C#            A              F#           Ab  
The sluts stagger out with their skirts hiked up, 

C#    A  F#   Ab
right on time now.

  C#         A          F#           Ab       C#     A  F#  Ab
I think it's time to go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)

C#  A     F#      Ab       C#  A  F#  Ab
The disco ball is swinging low.

[play intro here]

A                              B   
I found my lover on the radio. She sang me songs from a long time ago.

E    B    C#           A         E               B           C#        A
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the brake pad now.

         E            B    C#      A         E    B  C# A  
It's the music on the radio that's taking me home.

[play intro here]

C#       A              F#             Ab          C#   A   F#  Ab
When the crowd get's to spinning I can barely hold on.

    C#     A           F#         Ab           C#    A   F#    Ab
The liquid trash flows through my veins and I scream the wrong song.

  C#      A        F#           Ab       C#     A   F#  Ab
I think I gotta go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)

         C#           A               F#           Ab            C#   A   F#  Ab
So, I'll stomp to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat of the...Oh.

A                                 B
Oh, it's the garbage on the radio. I should have known. I should have fucking known.

E    B    C#           A         E               B           C#        A
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the gas pedal now.

         E              B    C#      A         E    B  C# A 
It's the garbage on the radio that's taking me home

C#              A             E                 B
These so called hit lists are nothing more that fat fuck lullabies.

C#            A              E                B
Man, I've had better hits on my tongue in the park on Friday nights.

C#         A            E             B           A 
If this is victory, I'd rather listen to defeat tonight.

B
Am I right?

[play intro here]
[play chorus here]
[solo over chorus chords]
[play intro here]

done.